Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:49:38 -0500
From: gjtravel1a@bigstring.com
Subject: The Train: Part #5
Disclaimers: In this ongoing effort to take a real event (you may postulate
which part) and enhance it with some fantasy, the feedback is appreciated.
Interchange also makes the writing more enjoyable, thanks!
GJTRAVEL1a@BigString.com As said so often, the usual disclaimers, please
read only if you are old enough, enjoy stories about m2m sex, have an
interest in a variety of sexual expressions, and abide by whatever laws you
choose to live under...
THE TRAIN: Chapter #5
Through the haze, I realized he would probably cum in my mouth and I would
be forced to swallow. I was too lost in it and would have laughed if I
wasn't so preoccupied. I vaguely realized that I was literally about to
become a cumdump.
Waiterboy pulled his long, hard cock out of what I was beginning to see as
an oral fuckhole, gave me another hit of poppers, and I sucked his cock
back into my mouth and realized the pleasure of deep-throating a Sir's
cock. Could it get any...better/worse!?!?!?!?!?
The first taste of cum was a surprise. I had never even tasted my own.
This new Sir's (double damn waiterboy for becoming a Sir to me...) cum was
neither sweet nor sour. It tasted like something that I couldn't live
without though. In the time it took for him to rape my mouth and bathe my
mouth and throat, I became a hungry cum-sucking cockhound.
He didn't cum quickly; instead, he ploughed his hard 6 inches into my
mouth. It was as though he tried to dig a tunnel to my brain with his cock
to plant the seeds of a new version of myself deeply within. He kept
pounding in and out and in and out while still holding his bitch boy's head
by the leather mask. His rhythm would at times change. He would stop his
cock's head just on the tip of my tongue, pause to gain control, and then
plunge rapidly back down my throat. Sometimes, when paused, he would lean
and beat my ass with the paddle. I would jerk forward only to have the
rope on my cock pull my balls and jerk me back in time to receive another
pounding. Meanwhile, my mouth was being pounded by the thick hammerhead of
his engorged cock and my nipples were becoming numb to whatever he had
clipped on them.
It amazed me that my tongue eagerly explored new places to play on his cock
even as it made a trough in my mouth to channel his cock more deeply down
into my throat. When he paused, my tongue would race up and down that hard
pole, feeling each vein, and dance on the end of his piss slit. Through
aching jaws and a popper induced fog, I sought to please this man, even if
he was someone I had loathed only a short time ago. In accepting my place
as a cocksucker, I guess I began to accept him and his cock as somehow
having the right to facefuck me and treat me like a bitch. Had I been
watching this from the window, I would have been disgusted. Instead, I was
bound up, moaning and growling for the cock I so desperately desired from a
new Sir I realized I wanted to please.
It didn't take a nuclear engineer to figure out Sir was about to shoot. My
chin felt his balls tightening up each time they ploughed into my face. I
still could not hear clearly through the leather, but I sensed he was
moaning. I know I joined him in this duet. No longer did he stop to catch
his breath, he just kept pounding harder and faster. He held my head
tighter. I then became a cum eating cocksucker as he shot his seed into my
mouth and down my throat. Had I wanted to, I could not have spit it or him
out for he held me too tightly. The awful truth be told, I didn't want to
reject this gift from Sir. I wanted ever single seed he wanted to cast
down my gullet. I look back on it now and am still embarrassed at how
greedily I sucked his juices down. It was like I hadn't eaten in months
and this was the only food left on the planet.
With a bit of time, Sir's cock began to retreat. It had won its victory.
I was his greedy bitch. Shit, what was this all about and what would it
come to?
He absently patted my head and even gently cuffed my chin. I was taken
aback by this almost tenderness for this usually led to something worse,
but it seemed legitimate. I tentatively stretched my head as far as my
bound body would allow and placed it on the edge of his lap. Had I been a
cat, I suppose I would have purred. Damn, Damn, Damn, Damn It All To HELL,
Double Damn, DAMN. I was overwhelmed by my feelings of contentment at
pleasing this new person. He seemed to inhabit my body. Oddly, I was only
a little curious about my own future, for, like the good cockslave that I
had become, I was actually much more interested in getting that cock hard
and back down my throat. How could I make that happen?